Im So Tired It Is Hurting Me

Oh, I’m so tired it is hurting me endless wars and commentators commenting along the line of their conviction or the think-tank that pays them. I long for the autumn colours north of Portugal a place to heal abused body and a soul full of distress I will go for a week or two, drive there myself and stop when it pleases me. In the evening at a small hotel I will drink red wine with my meal, facing away from the TV; lovely food up north and gentle people. Algarve where I live has become too hectic with impatient people buzzing me wanting to go home to see about wars or football. Yes, for sure I will go in September and not forget the camera to record what I saw.